Zhu Zhuqing's eyes narrowed into feline pupils, sharp claws extended from her ten fingers, and two yellow hundred-year soul rings pulsed beneath her feet.
To stay alive, she had to give it everything she had today!
Dai Mubai quickly walked over to Zhu Zhuqing, pulled a thick, specially made mask from inside his clothes, and handed it to her.
"Zhu Zhuqing, put this on." With a somewhat strange expression, Dai Mubai warned her:
"Grandmaster's martial soul attack... is terrifying. A mask should offer at least some protection against the poison gas."
Zhu Zhuqing froze for a moment, then recalled Yu Xiaogang's method of attack. A shudder of revulsion crossed her cool face.
She took the mask and fitted it securely over her face.
"Hmph, mere parlor tricks." Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly, thrust both hands forward, and shouted:
"Farting Like Thunder, Heaven-Shaking Earth-Splitting!"
A nauseating, pale yellow gas began gathering around Yu Xiaogang's buttocks, on the verge of erupting.
However, Yu Xiaogang had gravely underestimated the explosive speed of an agility-type Soul Grandmaster.
"Hell Stab!"
Zhu Zhuqing gave Yu Xiaogang no chance to unleash his soul skill.
The first soul ring beneath her feet flashed, and her entire body became a black afterimage.
"What?!" Yu Xiaogang blanched in shock. He had never imagined Zhu Zhuqing could be this fast.
"Netherworld Hundred Claws!"
Without hesitation, Zhu Zhuqing immediately lit up her second soul ring.
Her hands, tipped with sharp feline claws, became an impenetrable flurry of black claw shadows that raked viciously across Yu Xiaogang's chest.
Slash, slash, slash, slash-!
Yu Xiaogang's frail body could not withstand the sharpness of Netherworld Hundred Claws. More than a dozen bloody claw marks were torn across his chest, deep enough to expose bone.
"Aaargh-!"
Yu Xiaogang let out a piercing scream. The intense pain shattered his control over his soul skill.
Most fatally of all, Heaven-Shaking Earth-Splitting had already charged to its limit, only to be forcibly interrupted by Yu Xiaogang's grievous injuries.
The foul gas that should have shot from his buttocks surged straight back into Yu Xiaogang's body as his soul power backfired.
"Gurgle... bleurgh-!"
Yu Xiaogang's belly swelled grotesquely for a moment.
A thick, nauseating cloud of yellow-green, foul-smelling gas spewed from his mouth.
"Bleurgh-cough, cough, cough!" Yu Xiaogang's own stinking fart fumes made his eyes roll back.
The searing pain in his chest and the churning seas in his stomach left him collapsed on the ground like a heap of mud.
Clutching his chest, he rolled about frantically, continually vomiting yellow-green, foul-smelling gas.
Dai Mubai, Oscar, and the others covered their mouths and noses and hastily backed away.
Standing a short distance away, Bibi Dong watched the maggot-like Yu Xiaogang, her exquisite face filled with disdain and disgust.
She even erected a barrier of soul power in front of herself, afraid that the stench would contaminate the air around her.
"Yu Xiaogang, is this what you call growth?"
Bibi Dong's voice dripped with mockery.
"A full-fledged level 31 Soul Elder, defeated in an instant by a level 29 Soul Grandmaster. You're not just trash. You're nauseating trash."
At Bibi Dong's humiliation, Yu Xiaogang's shame and resentment.
Forcing himself to endure the agony in his chest and the stench in his mouth, he raised his head with difficulty and reached a blood-covered hand toward Oscar, pleading in pain:
"Oscar... quick... give me a Recovery Sausage..."
Oscar hesitated. Rather than act immediately, he looked toward Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong surveyed Yu Xiaogang's wretched state and nodded as though watching a show.
Only after receiving the former Supreme Pontiff's tacit permission did Oscar recite his soul incantation, create a Recovery Sausage, and toss it in front of Yu Xiaogang from afar.
Yu Xiaogang grabbed the sausage and stuffed it into his mouth.
Once he swallowed the sausage, the claw marks on his chest finally stopped bleeding, and some of his soul power recovered.
He struggled to his feet, his face alternating between green and white, and hurriedly explained to Bibi Dong:
"Bibi Dong, listen to me. Just now... I was careless! I didn't even have time to unleash my soul skill. If I'd used it, she wouldn't have been a match for me."
Yu Xiaogang knew that if he could not prove himself, Bibi Dong would abandon him today.
He turned his head and fixed his gaze on the fat boy hiding behind the crowd.
"Ma Hongjun! Get out here!" Yu Xiaogang roared through gritted teeth. "I was careless just now. This time, I'll definitely defeat you."
At the sound of his name, all the fat on Ma Hongjun's body trembled.
A notorious lecher, he had been captivated by Bibi Dong's peerless beauty and voluptuous figure from the moment she appeared.
But the terrifying killing intent and evil divine power emanating from Bibi Dong frightened him so badly that he did not even dare lift his head, afraid that one extra glance would get his eyes gouged out.
Being singled out by Yu Xiaogang so suddenly sent an inexplicable surge of anger through Ma Hongjun.
He reluctantly stepped out of the crowd, pointed at Yu Xiaogang's nose, and cursed:
"Grandmaster, what the hell do you mean?! You couldn't beat Zhu Zhuqing, so you think I'm an easy target? My level might be low right now, but with my Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul, I'm definitely not the weakest in Shrek."
"Enough talk! Take this!"
Yu Xiaogang had learned his lesson this time. He knew Ma Hongjun was not as fast as Zhu Zhuqing and could not interrupt his casting in an instant.
Without hesitation, he channeled his soul power, and the first soul ring beneath his feet blazed with light.
"Farting Like Thunder, Heaven-Shaking Earth-Splitting!"
Yellow poison gas blasted from his buttocks.
"Holy shit! That stinks!"
Dai Mubai and the others blanched and hurriedly retreated, covering their noses.
Ma Hongjun hastily pumped his two short little legs, running backward as hard as he could to put distance between himself and the poisonous mist.
Seeing Ma Hongjun retreat, Yu Xiaogang, hidden within the yellow poisonous mist, immediately grew arrogant.
Thinking Ma Hongjun feared his poison gas, he shouted smugly:
"Ma Hongjun, didn't you say you weren't the weakest? Weren't you going to defeat me? Why are you running? Come in here and fight me if you've got the guts!"
Yu Xiaogang's brazen taunts left Ma Hongjun so furious that smoke seemed ready to pour from his seven orifices.
"You old bastard, you really think your Lord Fatty can't deal with that stinking fart of yours?!"
Ma Hongjun stopped, his gaze vicious.
The fat all over his body shuddered as his Evil Fire Phoenix martial soul possessed him, and scorching purplish-red flames rose from within his body.
"Second Soul Skill: Bathing Fire Phoenix!"
With the enhancement from Bathing Fire Phoenix, the power of his flames rose another notch.
Ma Hongjun drew a deep breath, his chest swelling high as the first soul ring beneath his feet flashed.
"First Soul Skill: Phoenix Fire Line!"
The foul gas Yu Xiaogang released was essentially a highly concentrated combustible gas similar to marsh gas.
When that gas met Ma Hongjun's enhanced, high-temperature Phoenix Flame, a catastrophic eruption followed.
BOOOOM-!!!
The yellow poisonous mist, spanning more than ten meters, ignited instantly.
The entire poisonous cloud became a raging sea of fire. A terrifying blast wave, mixed with scorching flames, swept furiously in every direction.
"Aaargh-! How could this happen?!"
Yu Xiaogang, hiding in the center of the poisonous mist, was engulfed by the sea of fire before he could react.
The scorching flames burned his clothes, hair, and skin, and the excruciating pain made him scream like a pig being slaughtered.
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